[So the carriage rolled along the margin of Bayou Teche, with two big trunks besides Monsieur’s on back and top, and a smaller one, lent by Alix, lashed underneath; but shawls, mats, and baskets were all left behind with the Carpentiers.  The first stop was at the plantation and residence of Captain Patterson, who “offered his hand in the English way, saying only, ‘Welcomed, young ladies.’” In 1795, the narrator stops to say, one might see in and about New Orleans some two-story houses; but along the banks of Bayou Teche, as well as on the Mississippi, they were all of one sort,—­like their own; like Captain Patterson’s,—­a single ground floor with three rooms facing front and three back.  Yet the very next stop was at a little cottage covered with roses and with its front yard full of ducks and geese,—­“‘A genuine German cottage,’ said papa,”—­where a German girl, to call her father, put a great ox’s horn to her lips and blew a loud blast.  Almost every one was English or German till they came to where was just beginning to be the town of Franklin.  One Harlman, a German, offered to exchange all his land for the silver watch that it best suited Monsieur to travel with.  The exchange was made, the acts were all signed and sealed, and—­when Suzanne, twenty years after, made a visit to Attakapas there was Harlman and his numerous family still in peaceful possession of the place....  “And I greatly fear that when some day our grandchildren awaken from that apathy with which I have always reproached the Creoles, I fear, my daughter, they will have trouble to prove their titles.”

But they journeyed on, Francoise ever looking out the carriage window for the flatboat, and Suzanne crying: 

“Annie, my sister Annie, do you see nothing coming?” And about two miles from where Franklin was to be they came upon it, greeted with joyous laughter and cries of “Miss Souzie!  O Miss Souzie!” from the women and the children, and from Mario:  “I have it, Signor!  I have it!  My prinicipality, Miss Souzie!  It is mine, Signorina Francoise!” while he danced, laughed, and brandished his arms.  “He had taken up enough land,” says Francoise, “for five principalities, and was already knocking the flatboat to pieces.”

She mentioned meeting Jacques and Charles Picot, St. Domingan refugees, whose story of adventures she says was very wonderful, but with good artistic judgement omits them.  The travelers found, of course, a charmante cordialite at the home of M. Agricole Fuselier[16], and saw a little girl of five who afterward became a great beauty—­Uranie Fuselier.  They passed another Indian village, where Francoise persuaded them not to stop.  Its inhabitants were Chetimachas, more civilized than those of the village near Plaquemine, and their sworn enemies, living in constant fear of an attack from them.  At New Iberia, a town founded by Spaniards, the voyagers saw “several houses, some drinking-shops and other buildings,” and spent with “the pretty little Madame Dubuclet ... two of the pleasantest days of their lives.”]